Almost Bulletproof [Roger/Open]

[sorahellsing]

New York City, the one place that Sora thought she would never see in her life, and now she was here. She almost couldn't believe it when she arrive almost a year ago, stepping off the boat at the harbor. Sure, the city was busy and that there were probably more people here then there was back home, but it didn't bother her, she was more happy to be out on her own then worried about the crowds.

That was until she got to downtown New York. Oh, that was like a nightmare to her. The over large crowd of people cramped together trying to get from point A to point B. She wanted nothing more then be away from the crowd and be back in a lower populated area. As she made her way through the crowd, she pulled out directions to the studio apartment where she had bought a place to stay.

It didn't take her long before she got to New York's East Village. It was different from what she was use to but at the same time she enjoyed it. The way it felt made her feel at ease and at home. She soon found the building her apartment was in and made her way there. Before long, she had what little she had set up and where she wanted, but she still needed more to fill up the large empty spaces.

Now, it was a month since then and she still hadn't gotten much more stuff to filly up her apartment. Sitting in practically the only chair she had that was comfortable, she stared out the large studio window of her apartment watching people in the streets. It wasn't much longer after that she left her apartment in work uniform and started down the stairs heading to the bottom floor so she could start walking to work. She couldn't help but think how much easier it would be, if she actually knew someone in the area, it would make it a little easier.

[Roger Davis]

Walking around outside, Roger Davis, looked around at the shop stands set up, scattered about the streets. They were Hand made things, Crafts so to speak, that people were selling to earn some money cause god knows times were hard for the little people here in this big city.

Spotting a stand selling gloves, sweaters, and other things like that he looked them over remembering the day he bought his best friend a scarf that matched these knitted items just right.

It was cold out, very cold, and snow had blanketed the ground. They hadn't the money to pay the heating bill so it had been shut off. Poor Mark had been in a corner of the room with a blanket, teeth chattering away. Roger had been walking home when he saw a little stand someone had set up, selling hand knitted items like scarves, hats, and gloves. So when he arrived home, he had given Mark the scarf as a gift.

To this day Roger's friend still wore the scarf any chance that he could get, and that made Roger happy. Smiling Brightly as the memory still played in his head he rounded a corner, his favorite Cafe was near by, and he just couldn't wait to get there. Roger had been singing for small groups at different cafe's, underground places, and even on the streets with his guitar case open for people to throw in some money, as he would sing and play his electric Guitar, one all of his friends had pitched in to buy for him as a Christmas gift. It was one he'd always wanted. One that was Black, that shinned like diamonds when the light hit it just the right way.

Entering the Cafe, Roger sat down at a table before sighing a bit. Too bad Mark couldn't some, he'd really love to have some company. Hell any company would do, as long as he wasn't alone.

[sorahellsing]

Sora arrived at the life cafe before Roger and had been working most of her shift in the back doing dishes and listing to her boss complain about how he had woken up with a hangover that day. She just faked a smile and agreed with him even though she had never experienced a hang over, but that her boss didn't know, and it was probably for the better. Her boss, he was kind to her and the other workers he had hired, even MOST of the people that walked in. She had seen him be negative to a group of people that came in once in a while together.

Finally, her boss told her she could go home after she served a table that someone had just sat at. Nodding to her boss, she went to the back and pulled off the long cook apron she had on off of her body and tied a black waitress apron around her. Patting the pockets, she made sure she had everything she needed, a pad of paper, a pen, and a menu. Walking out, she knocked her leg against the corner of the bar and bounced on one foot for a moment. “ow..ow..ow..” She leaned against the wall and pulled up her pant leg seeing that she scrapped the skin of her leg against her pant leg and that it was no irritated. “..great.” She sighed and brushed her pant leg back down over her leg.

Sora made her way over to the table that someone had just sat down at. She noticed that the man's hair oddly enough reminded herself of someone she had not seen in so long. Her 2nd cousin Roger, from her mothers side of coarse. He'd always lived in New York and rarely visited but she loved him to death, he was the best family member she ever had, the only difference she seen in this man and her cousin, was the hair. Her cousin's hair was much shorter, and blonde. God, his hair was BLONDE! He always had a thing about bleaching it and keeping it short and spiked. When he visited her, she's always play with it and show him new ways to do his hair but he always went back to the spikes.

Arriving beside the table, Sora focused more on what she was to do and was too into her job to look at the man's face. "So, what can I get you to drink today?" Sora smiled even though it felt like her arms were about to fall off from the pain of constantly moving them while washing dishes. As she waited for the man to make up his mind, she pulled a black hair tie off her arm and pulled her hair back quickly into a mess of blonde hair away from her eyes so she could look better and she wouldn't seem like such a slob.

[Roger Davis]

Roger looked around to see if any of his friends were there, but no, they weren't, they were all either stuck at home with no money, or having fun elsewhere. Sighing Roger ran his fingers through his hair, he'd really missed having it short and bleached, but Mark had called it cute this way, so he was gonna let it stay, as long as it didn't get too long.

Looking up, one of the waiters that knew him and his friends spoke to him, 'Hi Roger' he herd him say. "oh hi" he chuckled lightly before the waitress walked up to him. Looking over the menu quickly he spoke, his natural, wonderful voice speaking smoothly, "a iced water i guess..." he said. "thats all...i dont think i can stomach any food today..." he sighed, "though some Hot coco sounds wonderful as well"

Resting his elbow on the table he propped his head upon his hand to stair at the small stage that the band usually played at, how he wished he could be on a stage again, he missed it dearly. Letting out a sigh he looked down at the table before covering his mouth, letting out coughing fit. People stared at him, but most already knew, Roger was sick Roger had AIDS.

Some days Roger was up and around as if he'd never been sick at all, Other days all he wanted to do was lay in bed and rest. So really, no one knew when the day would come, the day that it would be so horribly painful and agonizing, that his life would slowly slip away, till it faded away completely to join Angel in heaven. Shaking his head lightly he erased the thoughts of him dieing, and leaving poor Mark all alone, to Roger that would be worse then Dieing. the thought of Mark Crying over him being gone.

Waiting for his Water, and hot coco he smiled lightly thinking of his friends, all their smiling faces, that right there was enough to make him smile again.

[sorahellsing]

The cafe was pretty empty that day. Business had been slow and it seemed like the owner was getting stressed at some of his new employes. Sora was just lucky enough that she was one of them. She had been there for well over a month after she moved into her apartment in tent city and she had learned what ticked off her boss and what didn't.

“Alright, ice water and a hot coco, shouldn't be no longer then 5-6 minutes. We've been having a little trouble with our machines today.” Sora turned on her heel and walked back into the back room behind the bar. Moving within the crowd of her co-workers, she made it to the machine and began making the hot coco and putting ice into another glass.

Sora heard someone get into a coughing fit out in the seating area. That only caused her to think about her friend she had back home, the one she had lost to a disease. It wasn't AIDS, aids wasn't common back home, it was cancer. Cancer took her friend from her and she hated the fact that she had lost someone so close to her so soon.

While thinking about her friend, she had completely forgotten about the hot coco machine and was soon drenched in the hot coco herself. She screamed feeling the hotness against her bare arms and quickly shoved her arms in the ice bin next to her. That's when she heard her boss coming. She lied to him and said that the machine malfunctioned and that it wasn't working at all now. He believed her and left her alone. Not wanting to go back without the hot coco, she grabbed the ingredient from the cupboards and started to make it by hand, leaving a few UN-needed ingredients and loading it with chocolate syrup.

Before long, Sora came back carrying the hot coco and the water in her hands. She sat them down on the table in front of Roger, careful not to spill even a drop. “Here you are. We had a bit of trouble with the machine and it broke itself, as you can tell.” Sora gestured to her work uniform that was now covered in hot coco mix. “Don't be afraid to call for me if you need anything. My name is Sora Hellsing by the way.”

[Roger Davis]

Looking around as Roger waited for his water and Hot Coco he tried to calm his coughing down a bit. Once it was all under control he took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

Sitting there he hummed to the song a band on the small stage was playing. it was calm and soothing. When the girl came back Roger cleared his throat. "oh its no problem at all" he smiled. "it didn't burn you did it?" he asked feeling concerned for the waitress.

Hearing her say her name he stopped and starred, "wait...Sora?" he asked, "Sora fairbrook wingates Hellsing?" he asked. "holy crap i haven't seen you in so long! you've gotten a bit taller....but your still shorter then me" he chuckled. "don't you recognize me?" he asked. "its me...your cousin Roger...." he grinned. "i did grow my hair out a bit....i got lazy...."